Another sign of spring is shrews in the living room. I guess Marlowe brings them in. My mother was going "OOOh" and the shrew was scuttling round the walls and occasionally dashing across the floor and Marlowe was bouncing along behind it and giving it loving swipes. Eventually we got it cornered. Marlowe was in front of it and I was behind it- and I grabbed it by the tail and picked it up and released it on the patio.